"I don't, but I want you."
"Tom, who do you call company?"
"Mam'selle's boarder, that Mr. Alton." Tom had run across Norval once or twice since his return.
"Don't you like him, Tom?"
Donelle had come inside and taken a chair by the hearth, now she flung her coat aside and laid the violin on her knee.
"Yes, I like him well enough, and that's the trouble. I don't want to like people unless there is a reason. I can't find a reason for this man."
Donelle laughed.
"What is he here for anyway, Donelle?"
"Why don't you go up to his wood-cabin and see, Tom? He's asked you." She had heard Norval do so rather insistently.
"Yes. But I'm not going."